John had been walking through the great expanse for some time now and he was starting to get weary. Ever since this vast portion of the red Martian surface had been smoothed over, so that it was perfectly spherical in this area, nothing had been built except for the Monolith. That was where he was headed. The monolith stood an impressive 1000 meters tall with a brilliant silver band that was exactly halfway up the exterior surface. As John looked toward the horizon he could just make out the band level with it, the rest of the monolith jutting up into the sky. He judged his current walking pace to be 6.2 kilometers per hour. From his time in the System Corps, he knew he could maintain this pace until he collapsed. And collapse he would, his 1.8 meters tall frame laying in a heap upon the surface, his goal still in sight over the horizon. But only if he didn’t reach the Monolith before his oxygen was gone. John checked the gauge on his tanks. Exactly 10 hours worth was left. He hoped he would make it. Once he reached his destination he would take the lift up to the entrance portal. The lift was fully automated, (the Monolith had been abandoned for centuries) it would open up for 10 seconds at the base of the structure, take 1 minute to complete the ascent, be open for 10 seconds at the entrance, then descend back to the base taking another minute. John didn't worry if the lift had malfunctioned nor if the mechanics inside the Monolith itself ceased to work. He knew who built them. Thinking ahead to a 1 minute lift ride did strike him as optimistic, however. He had a long way to go. And alot depended on him getting there.
Does John definitely make it inside the Monolith before his air runs out?
John's eyes are on the top of his head.
The diameter of Mars is 6,794 kilometers.
John's pace is 6.2 kph and never changes even as his oxygen starts to run out. As soon as it's gone he keels over.
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Prof. Templeton
John had been walking through the great expanse for some time now and he was starting to get weary. Ever since this vast portion of the red Martian surface had been smoothed over, so that it was perfectly spherical in this area, nothing had been built except for the Monolith. That was where he was headed. The monolith stood an impressive 1000 meters tall with a brilliant silver band that was exactly halfway up the exterior surface. As John looked toward the horizon he could just make out the band level with it, the rest of the monolith jutting up into the sky. He judged his current walking pace to be 6.2 kilometers per hour. From his time in the System Corps, he knew he could maintain this pace until he collapsed. And collapse he would, his 1.8 meters tall frame laying in a heap upon the surface, his goal still in sight over the horizon. But only if he didn’t reach the Monolith before his oxygen was gone. John checked the gauge on his tanks. Exactly 10 hours worth was left. He hoped he would make it. Once he reached his destination he would take the lift up to the entrance portal. The lift was fully automated, (the Monolith had been abandoned for centuries) it would open up for 10 seconds at the base of the structure, take 1 minute to complete the ascent, be open for 10 seconds at the entrance, then descend back to the base taking another minute. John didn't worry if the lift had malfunctioned nor if the mechanics inside the Monolith itself ceased to work. He knew who built them. Thinking ahead to a 1 minute lift ride did strike him as optimistic, however. He had a long way to go. And alot depended on him getting there.
Does John definitely make it inside the Monolith before his air runs out?
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